These Zataar Fatayir are the perfect breakfast. They are perfect silken layers of soft bread, sweet onions and flavourful zataar. Large enough to really fill you up for the day and convenient enough to chomp on while reading the news and sipping your sweet minty tea.
This is my favourite light lunch. I remember when I was little my mother would make an unimaginable amount of dough in a huge washing-up bowl and spend the day making Zataar Manaqish and Laham wa Ajeen.
‘Yahktee!’ Otis yells for the fourth time at the top of his voice. He has taken to calling my Mama Yakhtee (Arabic colloquial for ‘my sister’) after he heard her using the term for me one day at the supermarket. It always makes us giggle. It also makes me smile with pride as out of about 50 words he can now say, it is one of only about five Arabic words he says. I always just took it for granted that my children would be bi-lingual like I am, but it’s actually harder than I thought to keep the Arabic dominant here in Buckinghamshire. It’s just another way in which my heritage seems to be slipping away from me. Being away from Palestine, I feel like the main thing I can hand down to my son is our stories, our food and our language. It feels so important to me.